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href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>nuno miranda ribeiro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TeorDaPele" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ACQXw4eip7ImA9WxVREE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937614407852490500.post-6558222698108340482</id><published>2009-01-15T12:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:16:00.232Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-15T12:16:00.232Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dança" /><title>dançamos</title><content type="html">na lava dos teus movimentos, dissolvo-me florindo,&lt;br /&gt;a boca vulcânica e abrupta, a pele plantando rios&lt;br /&gt;na sede, os sexos fazendo colidir galáxias e desejo,&lt;br /&gt;o cosmos nos lábios, em dialeto de saliva. nos teus&lt;br /&gt;dentes a minha carne, o meu cio; nos nossos braços&lt;br /&gt;a deflagração do prazer, almas transbordando ou&lt;br /&gt;a transgressão das fronteiras do quotidiano. somos&lt;br /&gt;cúmplices da luz, lavramos o assombro, abraçados.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/937614407852490500-6558222698108340482?l=teordapele.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~4/yEEL3HV7hKM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="desejo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beijo" /><title>antes do orgasmo</title><content type="html">demoramos o noivado da pele, a saliva em combustão, o sangue nervoso e rápido, o coração acelerado, todo o corpo em crise. quando nos salvarmos da sede, bebendo em beijos a saciedade, toda a pele exultará, em cânticos de gratidão, na polpa do prazer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/937614407852490500-6424631159459890319?l=teordapele.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~4/j_AqhWw-YM8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/6424631159459890319?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/6424631159459890319?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~3/j_AqhWw-YM8/antes-do-orgasmo.html" title="antes do orgasmo" /><author><name>nuno miranda ribeiro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02780406976014692142" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://teordapele.blogspot.com/2008/10/antes-do-orgasmo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MER38-eCp7ImA9WxVREE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937614407852490500.post-7206450689088948980</id><published>2008-09-19T10:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:10:06.150Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-15T12:10:06.150Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="desejo" /><title>dissolução</title><content type="html">ainda este incêndio a devastar-me a pele, esta fúria desgovernada. o caudal do desejo vai alargando as margens do corpo, vai levando na enxurrada dúvidas e expectativas. como açúcar em lava, as palavras do cio desaparecem na energia do corpo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/937614407852490500-7206450689088948980?l=teordapele.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~4/ApXwC8aXAe8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/7206450689088948980?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/7206450689088948980?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~3/ApXwC8aXAe8/dissoluo.html" title="dissolução" /><author><name>nuno miranda ribeiro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02780406976014692142" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://teordapele.blogspot.com/2008/09/dissoluo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UGQ3g7fSp7ImA9WxdaFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937614407852490500.post-4028824981352046480</id><published>2008-08-25T12:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:53:42.605+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-25T12:53:42.605+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="manhã" /><title>bom dia</title><content type="html">o teu beijo acorda-me. e entro num outro sonho, o corpo encostado à imaginação, a tua boca plantando fontes na pele, os teus dedos explorando as planícies e as cavernas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/937614407852490500-4028824981352046480?l=teordapele.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~4/sYQfZLwn9sk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/4028824981352046480?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/4028824981352046480?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~3/sYQfZLwn9sk/bom-dia.html" title="bom dia" /><author><name>nuno miranda ribeiro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02780406976014692142" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://teordapele.blogspot.com/2008/08/bom-dia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cDQ308fCp7ImA9WxdaFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937614407852490500.post-607308652865734298</id><published>2008-08-22T14:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:51:12.374+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-25T12:51:12.374+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="desejo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="corpo" /><title>abocanhar o cio</title><content type="html">morde-se a pele e lambe-se o suor, os braços flutuando em fogueira, as coxas ardendo pântanos, o gume das línguas no flanco do desejo. penetra-se e arranha-se e beija-se, vento agitando caules, carne ondulante, os dedos lanças-garras-asas-falos. explode-se a sofreguidão e a urgência, todas as marés latejando, as constelações reunidas em acúcar no mel azul do céu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAGSHk5fyp7ImA9WxdbEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937614407852490500.post-5877894595729837060</id><published>2008-08-07T14:38:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:45:29.727+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-07T14:45:29.727+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="janela" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beijo" /><title>desde o nosso leito</title><content type="html">foi depois da viagem à orla da pele que veio o sal contaminar as artérias de cio e urgência. agora os caminhos são um labirinto em chamas, uma fogueira congestionando a habilidade do olhar. os dedos emigraram desde a sede até às tuas entranhas, desde o dentro de ti até ao redor de nós. o que  compõe o futuro existe nos rios subterrâneos, nas primeiras gotas de chuva, na tua saliva, no meu sémen, nas marcas das unhas, no pó que ainda não levantámos, nos caminhos ainda desconhecidos. o futuro é tudo o que fica a seguir à janela que inventarmos. sabemos que sorrir afasta as rugas da razão e convoca dos beijos a alegria tola, inconsequente e essencial. comemos luz no banquete da carne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/937614407852490500-5877894595729837060?l=teordapele.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~4/2pVcggi1Hao" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/5877894595729837060?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/5877894595729837060?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~3/2pVcggi1Hao/desde-o-nosso-leito.html" title="desde o nosso leito" /><author><name>nuno miranda 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ossos, nos excedentes dos grandes predadores, como o medo ou a solidão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/937614407852490500-8669961088179879232?l=teordapele.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~4/WINkpcps_3E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/8669961088179879232?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/8669961088179879232?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~3/WINkpcps_3E/caa.html" title="caça" /><author><name>nuno miranda ribeiro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02780406976014692142" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://teordapele.blogspot.com/2008/03/caa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAFQno5cCp7ImA9WB9UGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937614407852490500.post-6203204472136829519</id><published>2007-12-17T12:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-17T12:15:13.428Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-17T12:15:13.428Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="corpo" /><title>ofícios</title><content type="html">conheces a minha pele na cartografia dos teus dedos.  sou o orógrafo do teu corpo, a tua espuma, a lança da tua vontade. em mim fazes nascer as águas e os sóis. plantas como se colhesses, lavras a minha carne com a ferocidade da língua. com os meus membros remo a jangada em que te abandonas. e és o leme da nossa navegação.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/937614407852490500-6203204472136829519?l=teordapele.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~4/bM6Dvnmav_o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/6203204472136829519?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/6203204472136829519?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~3/bM6Dvnmav_o/ofcios.html" title="ofícios" /><author><name>nuno miranda ribeiro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02780406976014692142" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://teordapele.blogspot.com/2007/12/ofcios.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEINSX0_eSp7ImA9WB9UFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937614407852490500.post-4656615665674142149</id><published>2007-12-13T08:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T09:03:18.341Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-13T09:03:18.341Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="calor" /><title>estação</title><content type="html">no frio recordo o calor do teu corpo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/937614407852490500-4656615665674142149?l=teordapele.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~4/WAljtNnBykQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/4656615665674142149?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/4656615665674142149?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~3/WAljtNnBykQ/estao.html" title="estação" /><author><name>nuno miranda ribeiro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02780406976014692142" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://teordapele.blogspot.com/2007/12/estao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EHR309eSp7ImA9WB9VEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937614407852490500.post-3310503456334136536</id><published>2007-11-28T17:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-28T17:40:36.361Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-28T17:40:36.361Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="desejo" /><title>o alcance dos dedos</title><content type="html">não chamarei exílio à saudade da pele.&lt;br /&gt;há ainda luz e sede que a beba, sôfrega.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/937614407852490500-3310503456334136536?l=teordapele.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~4/DJL1YSCQmag" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/3310503456334136536?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/3310503456334136536?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~3/DJL1YSCQmag/o-alcance-dos-dedos.html" title="o alcance dos dedos" /><author><name>nuno miranda ribeiro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02780406976014692142" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://teordapele.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-alcance-dos-dedos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04DSXczeCp7ImA9WB9WF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937614407852490500.post-5169676494339518470</id><published>2007-11-22T12:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-22T12:52:58.980Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-22T12:52:58.980Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="corpo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mão" /><title>soltaram-se amarras alando o desejo</title><content type="html">os pássaros deixaram cair sementes, desde o seu voo irregular e desenvolto até à gravidade segura do solo. entre o beijo e a entrada no teu corpo a minha jangada de membros perdeu âncora e leme. o sol desleixou espaços de sombra. o teu vestido caiu como cortina que se soltasse. as minhas mãos aprenderam a soletrar pele, seguindo o sotaque das tuas.&lt;div 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/></author><feedburner:origLink>http://teordapele.blogspot.com/2007/11/soltaram-se-amarras-alando-o-desejo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8ARXo-fCp7ImA9WB9WFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937614407852490500.post-3136893913565352226</id><published>2007-11-19T13:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-19T14:00:44.454Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-19T14:00:44.454Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fogo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chuva" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beijo" /><title>ardes-me</title><content type="html">a chuva lá fora não arrefece a lareira que cuidamos, com o zelo dos amantes. as gotas de chuva nos vidros da janela tornam, certamente, difusa a imagem dos nossos corpos enleados. nem os pássaros nos conseguem espreitar, tão longe estamos do quotidiano. louvamos a pele nos intervalos dos beijos. e mergulhamos no olhar, banhando a alma de sal e prata. fabricamos a lua, sacudindos sóis e areia dos cabelos. voltamos à lava dos lábios e adormecemos dentro do fogo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/937614407852490500-3136893913565352226?l=teordapele.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~4/fo6ykdzu7wM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/3136893913565352226?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/3136893913565352226?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~3/fo6ykdzu7wM/ardes-me.html" title="ardes-me" /><author><name>nuno miranda ribeiro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/937614407852490500-9071599431490258402?l=teordapele.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~4/HUOeJt0WOy8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/9071599431490258402?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/9071599431490258402?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~3/HUOeJt0WOy8/abrao-verde.html" title="abraço verde" /><author><name>nuno miranda ribeiro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02780406976014692142" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://teordapele.blogspot.com/2007/11/abrao-verde.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04NR3w8cCp7ImA9WB9XEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937614407852490500.post-5724621709035314685</id><published>2007-11-05T16:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-05T16:59:56.278Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-05T16:59:56.278Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="caminho" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="luz" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="desenho" /><title>esboço</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/nuno.anarresti/Troblogdita/photo?authkey=S6oi2VjdNQ8#5038466198172871426" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://lh4.google.com/nuno.anarresti/Rew6T_LoKwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qtXuYN3X_b0/complemente.jpg?imgmax=400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inaugurámos a pele um do outro. como em núpcias ou manhã de orvalho, demos a provar aos pássaros as primeiras sementes. generosos ainda, não apressámos o poente. sabemos que existe o horizonte. e mais além, ainda o horizonte. apertamos as sandálias sabendo que quem receber lavará dos pés o pó e às mãos confiará o que reste do sol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/937614407852490500-5724621709035314685?l=teordapele.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~4/ya8BUkSqXXs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/5724621709035314685?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/5724621709035314685?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~3/ya8BUkSqXXs/esboo.html" title="esboço" /><author><name>nuno miranda ribeiro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02780406976014692142" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://teordapele.blogspot.com/2007/11/esboo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUARXo7eSp7ImA9WB9QEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937614407852490500.post-1497506525672129826</id><published>2007-10-24T09:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T09:57:24.401+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-24T09:57:24.401+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="calor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="frio" /><title>invernar</title><content type="html">a pele conhece do inverno o desejo de calor, a demanda de aconchego, o instante de arrepio, o dardejar da chuva. conhece a carícia gelada do frio, o roçar no cobertor, a lassidão na cama. conhece o oásis que brota, a lareira que se reacende, na proa de um corpo, na praia de um outro corpo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/937614407852490500-1497506525672129826?l=teordapele.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~4/anjTcHs7r8s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/1497506525672129826?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/1497506525672129826?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~3/anjTcHs7r8s/invernar.html" title="invernar" /><author><name>nuno miranda ribeiro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02780406976014692142" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://teordapele.blogspot.com/2007/10/invernar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEADSH08eCp7ImA9WB9SGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937614407852490500.post-6508103584567248091</id><published>2007-10-08T16:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T16:19:39.370+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-08T16:19:39.370+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="corpo" /><title>a refeição antecipada</title><content type="html">ganhamos ímpeto, do nosso lado da margem. conhecemos a ignição da volúpia, o combustível do olhar. na corrente o tempo, que ignoramos, altivos, desde o topo do corpo. a cartografia da pele anunciada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/937614407852490500-6508103584567248091?l=teordapele.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~4/sylKEyILXGI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-08T00:41:36.119+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="desejo" /><title>por beijar</title><content type="html">contigo uso reticências.&lt;br /&gt;são as palavras sonhos&lt;br /&gt;que se emanciparam,&lt;br /&gt;haveremos de as comer&lt;br /&gt;como a frutos maduros&lt;br /&gt;antes de caírem, nas&lt;br /&gt;margens da pele. corre&lt;br /&gt;o rio inaugurado pelo&lt;br /&gt;desejo que mastigamos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/937614407852490500-8440952217768518177?l=teordapele.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~4/FGWr8bM0BFk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/8440952217768518177?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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dança</title><content type="html">os dois lançamos chamas, como flores que explodem&lt;br /&gt;em carnaval de pétalas, nos ombros o sol mergulha&lt;br /&gt;como se em horizonte líquido ao por-do-sol, os dois&lt;br /&gt;colorimos signos de carne com os dedos e os lábios,&lt;br /&gt;fazemos apetecer ao dia a lua, à noite oferecemos a&lt;br /&gt;claridade da nossa combustão, amamos os corpos, que&lt;br /&gt;nos devolvem um corpo novo, erguido da refeição em&lt;br /&gt;que enleamos os membros e as línguas, brindamos ao&lt;br /&gt;sol em cada beijo. artesãos do prazer, incandescemos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/937614407852490500-5146314942029307978?l=teordapele.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~4/C651hVEJ0h8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-04T15:02:52.399+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boca" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sede" /><title>brinde à tua boca</title><content type="html">nu, feito toalha, banquete e talher.&lt;br /&gt;sou fonte, taça, leito, sede e néctar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/937614407852490500-4992952115598286473?l=teordapele.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~4/jRUVilcoqis" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/4992952115598286473?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/4992952115598286473?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" 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corpos&lt;br /&gt;levantam no lago interior da pele&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/937614407852490500-4882955450076911757?l=teordapele.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~4/WG2WLBHG2f8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/4882955450076911757?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/937614407852490500/posts/default/4882955450076911757?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TeorDaPele/~3/WG2WLBHG2f8/leme.html" title="leme" /><author><name>nuno miranda ribeiro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02780406976014692142" 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